Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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There once was a man, weathered and worn,
Whose dreams of good fortune were constantly torn,
All he longed for was solace, away from the storm,
With wistful eyes, he yearned for a life warm.
He gazed at the stars, twinkling high in the sky,
Hoping someday fate would hear his cry,
Through troubles and trials, he never lost hope,
With a wistful heart, he clung to his dreams, unshope.
In each passing day, his desire did insist,
With wistful thoughts, his spirit would persist,
He closed his eyes tight, whispered like a fish,
To the universe, he sent forth his earnest wish.
Every night.
every night, Vixen wished.
Vixen wished that something in his life would go right.
What he wasn’t expecting was something to answer.
Vixen was always unfortunate. Everything went wrong. Plants he grew died, money he made was lost, and nobody cared about him. One night, he walked from his small house to a nearby tree, hoping there would be some fruit. None. But, he did find something.
Hidden between the roots was an ornate Golden chalice. He reached to grab it, intending to sell it, but before he did, it floated off the ground.
Then, a black claw appeared, holding the cup, followed by the rest of the demonic creature. They were thin and muscular, and They had pitch black skin, with glowing purple markings all over their body, their short but messy hair was raven black, with two straight black horns protruding from their head. They had sharp, long claws and human like legs, and two enormous leathery bat wings that had glowing purple markings. They had a smile with sharp teeth, as well as a glowing purple mouth. They offered the chalice to Vixen.
“Take it, and grow rich and powerful. Do not, and continue to suffer. Your Choice, my dear.” And the Demon smiled a demonic smile as Vixen took the cup.
The chalice granted Vixen prosperity and luck. He quickly became rich, and lived a life of luxury by himself. The demon whispered suggestions and acts of greed into his ear, and Vixen listened, blinded by greed and arrogance. As his greed grew, the land around the chalice and the demon warped, become a crimson red and black, the plants becoming thorny, poisonous, and carnivorous. Everything smelled of rotting flesh.
Vixen was oblivious.
One day, the demon told vixen secrets to immortality, how to bind his soul to his blood to make himself undying and more powerful. The demon took the chalice and filled it with its own blood, then gifting it back to Vixen. The demon summoned another chalice, made of obsidian, filled with blood also.
“Drink with me!” It said.
And vixen did.
Vixen’s soul was bound to his blood, and all of his descendants ensured his eternal life. Vixen became a hierarch. But above the hierarch, was the demon.
The monarch.
All that glitters is not gold, but humans don’t care.
*elikam, the monarch. Decadence domain, CE*
*Awesome intro, Arch!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anyone on?*
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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*yea archfey that was sick*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*I'll be on in like 45*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*that was AWESOME*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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*thank y’all. I worked very hard on it*
*You know what I really want?
A submarine. A really big one that functions as its own ecosystem.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I think I can get Hadal on that... or maybe I can make it a god in itself... hmmm...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*that would be really cool*
*i’m working on an intro for four possible new characters*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
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*cool!*
*I’m happy people liked mine*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Ivis goes to investigate the ship.
A red light shines down on them as the ship continues rising and rising and rising, eventually looking more like a skyscraper than a ship of any kind.
A gangplank eventually comes back down to allow Ivis on.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He starts to explore the ship.
It doesn't follow regular laws of geometry. Actual exploration is fairly difficult, but so far he has found the following:
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“…huh. Weird.”
Vixen, the monarch’s servant, is convincing a few people to found a new village.
Throughout his journey, he hasn't come across another soul, and everything around him looks recently abandoned, as though someone was planning on coming back at any minute.
The place would be very comfortable if it were not so uncanny.
The lights buzz faintly, and a door that wasn't there before appears to his left.
It opens on its own, but only very slightly
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels